if your away cause What you're doing is not fair By telling me that you really care. Every time I break away your always beggin me to stay. I end up with
I am wondering if your away cause What you're doing is not fair By telling me that you really care. I end up with my arms in the air. Every time
your away cause What you're doing is not fair By telling me that you really care. Every time I break away your always beggin me to stay. I end up with
Traduzione: Home Grown. Giving Up.
Don't try to think you know what I'm thinking. So give it up now, just give it up now. Give it up 'cause I can see through you. Give it up you know
grab the shower cap and get buckwhyled Soap suds on the floor, oh Al B Sure Give it to me, give it to me, give me a little more I'm fiending, creaming
she ain't gonna be the death of me [Gangsta D] We welcome you baby to Club 220 Where the haters get real and the players grow, ya know Just soak it up
drop. And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times. It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt, But
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me) We came too far pretty thing, yeahh (I know what time it is) (You just gotta give a nigga time to grow up
on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be Had
hearts warm I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone just cause we bone don't mean you own me nigga, i'm grown [Chorus x2] (You can
toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow This ain't livin [
Chorus] I know, I know All that is dead though, I'm changed, I'm tellin you.. I know what time it is, gotta give a nigga time to grow up y'knahmsayin?
I want you to grow in wisdom and truth Having knowledge of His will, bearing spiritual fruit But still in all I thank God for the light He's given y'all
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names Bitch why don't you take ya ass home and
the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these
I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy rich Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy Give Tony too much
